Urgh.... lunch....

Lunch time, pantry is quiet.
I slide in, pick a table, seat my ass down.

A new girl comes in, I greet her but she doesn't respond. Ok. Fine by me.

As I read and munch, this horrible SMACK SMACK sound comes over from her table. OOOooo.... oh no! Lunch time music! Courtesy of her open, gaping maw! You wouldn't believe the sounds... I was torn between getting up and teaching her some manners, and laughing. Every slurp, every smack of the lips, every chomp, every lick of the damn spoon.... it sounded like noodles. And no, it didn't stop. It was constant from the time she started eating, to the time she got up to leave.


The perpetual conundrum... laugh or cry. Heh.